Track byB.B. Seaton & The Messengers
Woman, don't worry, you'll soon be back home It really doesn't matter where the hours have gone I'll be your time, I'll be your time Don't you look backwards now, I'll be your time Don't look at that clock, it's got nothing to say My life is like your life, it will soon fade away But I'll be your time, I'll be your time Love is no memory, child, I'll be your time Now the numbers may go But the meanings, they stay Summer, winter, spring and fall And love seems to pass Like sand through a glass But it really isn't that way at all No, if joy was a garden, then eyes would be flowers But eyes like yours can't shine If they're still counting the hours I'll be your time, I'll be your time Future is holy, child, I'll be your time Now the numbers may go But the meanings, they stay Summer, winter, spring and fall And love seems to pass Like sand through a glass But it really isn't that way at all No, if joy was a garden, then eyes would be flowers But eyes like yours can't shine If they're still counting the hours I'll be your time, I'll be your time Future is holy, child, I'll be your time